D'Angelo's smirk widened as he heard me curse under my breath.
"Now, my darling Quinn, are you going to behave?" he asked me as his grip tightened around the chain of my necklace.
Suddenly, the scent of pine trees wafted through my nostrils and I heard a deep, rough voice.
"Is there a problem here?" the voice asked.
I glanced up to meet a stranger's eyes. They were as green as the pine trees he carried within his scent. His shaggy hair the color of freshly melted, dark chocolate; his bangs almost cover those mesmerizing, green eyes. This man had a different feel to his presence. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, though. This stranger was tall, perhaps as tall, if not more, than D'Angelo. If I were to stand, he may very well still tower over my five foot five stature by at least a good six inches, making him roughly six feet tall. He didn't look a day older than twenty three, maybe twenty four.
D'angelo's crimson eyes shifted from me to the strange smelling gentlemen.
"I don't think this has anything to do with you, boy," D'Angelo hissed harshly.
"It very well may not, but I don't think its right of you to put your hands on this beautiful young lady," he replied with a cocky grin on his caramel colored face.
I felt a bit flattered at this man's words, but now was certainly not the time to allow foolish words to get to me. What I needed to focus on was finding a way to get away from D'Angelo.
"Well isn't it your lucky day, boy," D'Angelo snapped, letting go of my necklace and placing his hand on the table, the other on the arch of the chair.
He used his hand positioning to hoist himself up to meet the young man's eyes. Just as I suspected, they're the same height. The way green met red, you could feel—no—slice the tension between these two with a dull knife.
Within moments, the manager came out from the back of the café yelling, "Pleacă acum! Pleacă acum!"
I can't be too sure, but I'm assuming he's yelling at the three of us to get out now in Romanian. Using his request to my advantage, I walked briskly out of the café and down the road back to my apartment suite. I thanked practically every deity that it wasn't too far.
My nerves were a bit frayed as I fumbled with my door lock. I never use all of the locks on my door, but after the morning I had, I figured now was as any good a time to start.
Glancing around, I checked to see if anything was amiss within my person space. Thankfully, everything appeared to be intact. With my bedroom set as my destination, I walked through my abode. As soon as I reached my bed, I plopped face first and allowed a sigh of relief to escape my powder pink lips. The lushness of my bed was comforting against my skin as I closed my eyes and drifted into a world full of peace and security.
D'Angelo growled from where he stood outside of Origo.
"Damn it. She got away," he hissed.
The stranger walked by, bumping shoulders with him and whisper, "See ya around bloodsucker," before jogging off towards Victoria Avenue.
D'Angelo's eyes followed the man as he jogged away, wondering how he could have possibly known.
*QUINN'S NIGHTMARE*
Beneath me, I could feel what could only be described as a cloud of plush cotton, but upon inspection, it was an elegantly covered, queen sized bed. All I could think of was, "Where am I?" In no time at all, I realized I couldn't move. Nor could I speak.
I felt hands upon my body. Hands I immediately recognized as his. This was turning into a nightmare—fast. His hands moved over my every curve, nook, and cranny. I tried to scream. I tried to fight him off. But alas, I could not move nor could I utter anything remotely close to a sound. His crimson eyes loomed atop me and stared. He stared at me with eyes full of lust and hunger. I shivered. I knew immediately that I was his prey and he, the hunter.
His eyes disappeared from my sight before I felt his lips upon my inner thigh. He licked, kissed, and nipped as he hitched my skirt up higher and higher. My traitorous body quivered at the feeling of his tongue upon my sensitive flesh.
My only desire was to wake up from this horrid night terror. This was no land of dreams and wishes. This was a land of fear and cruelty. Tears slid down my porcelain cheeks, betraying my thoughts, the only outward portrayal of my hatred of this heinous act.
"Stop touching me, you sick b***! R***!" I screamed within the confines of my own mind.
The words wouldn't—couldn't—leave my throat. I'm at his mercy. I'm helpless. Whoever is listening please let me wake up! Please!
*END OF NIGHTMARE*
I immediately shot up from my bed. Beads of sweat dripped down my face. I felt more disgusting than ever.
"Shower," I told myself.
Getting up from my lovely bed that allowed me to have such a horrid nightmare, I started the short trek to my bathroom. Looking to the mirror, I noticed the horrifyingly dark bags that made their home under my eyes. I groaned and continued looking myself over before undressing.
I turned the hot water on first, shortly followed by the cold to balance the temperature out. Slipping into the shower, I rested my head against the quickly heating wall and steam filled the alcove covered by my dolphin printed shower curtain. The water felt amazing sliding down my pale skin, flowing from my shoulders to my feet. I contemplated going out tonight. I read the clock right before I came in here. It said nine pm.
Deciding I would go to the club where all of the supernatural creatures met up, I washed my body and hair thoroughly. I grabbed a towel on a nearby shelf and dried off after I shut the water off. Leaving my towel behind, I traipsed down the hall n*** and proceeded to my closet. Opening the drawer that contains many of my bras and p***, I decided strapless would suit better for tonight with a pair of matching black p***.
As I flipped through the many outfits I had procured throughout my many years, I landed upon one that I could not seem to ignore. The dress was slim and black with only one sleeve. It ended merely four or five inches down my luscious thighs. I slid the dress over my head and slipped my left arm through its short sleeve and adjusted the strapless part around my right b***.
Looking in the mirror, I quickly assessed that it made me appear rather pale. I shrugged the assessment off though, I am a vampire after all.
I wandered back to my bathroom where I applied a thick layer of black eyeliner that made the sea blue of my eyes pop. This was soon followed by a smoky grey eye shadow for the finishing touch on my eyes. With a light, shiny coat of sparkly lip gloss, I deemed my make up worthy. My hair was perfectly finished with a simple brush and quick tease with my hands.
Soon enough I was walking down the dark alley way towards Immortals. I could feel the bass of the music as I got closer. Turning down a thoroughly hidden alcove, I approached a metal door that rattled with the bass. I pushed it open and proceeded down the stairs into the club. The dance floor was crowded with the bodies of men and women dancing against one another. I made my way across the floor, getting bumped every now and then, with the bar as my destination.
"Whatcha drinking, pretty lady?" inquired the bar tender, giving me a warm smile.
"Long island," I shouted over the music, giving a quick smile back.
As he made my drink and sat it next to me, the music stopped.
An announcer came on stage and began to speak.
"We have a special surprise for you crazy party animals tonight!" he hollered into the microphone.
The crowd roared with excitement at that statement.
"We have some live entertainment for ya'll tonight! Give it up for Blood Fang!" he finished before leaving the stage.
I turned to grab my drink from the bar top as the crowd grew louder. Sipping my drink leisurely, I nearly spit it out when I noticed who stood up on stage. There stood the stranger from earlier today with two other guys, a drummer and bass guitarist. He was the lead guitarist along with vocals. I could make out that same cocky grin, which led me to believe he saw me and my reaction.
"Just my luck," I quietly grumbled to myself.
They began to play a song I knew as 'Centuries' by an, I believe, American band called Fall Out Boy. His eyes never left me, not even for a second. I wasn't sure if I was to be flattered or freaked out. I did enjoy the show, though. They were not bad at all.